Haven. The great city that Mar had created centuries ago. A great city that I now ruled over. Everything was perfect in the city. Poverty was low, taxes low, and agriculture plentiful.

Though some thought it wasn't the best.

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"But, Sir!"

"No, Praxis, no. I don't believe a city should be run that way," I snapped. I could feel my temper rising. We had been over this hundreds of times.

"Damas, you don't need to be so," he wrinkled up his nose, "lineate. Your father was the best! Strict and had a zero tolerance," he smacked a near by pillar.

"The city feel into ruins months after he came to the throne. You should remember, Praxis, your family was in the worst shape for people so high up in the social ladder."

From the corner of my eye I could see Iris' eyes darting back and forth between us. Her lower lip was almost covered by her teeth - I was afraid she might bit it off. One of her hands were resting on top of her perturbing stomach and the other at the bottom as if helping it stay up. Her blonde-green like hair was in curls and covering her stomach as if in a curtain.

"Damas," she squeaked. Her dark blue eyes were large and wide from fright, "It's late and we have to attend several events tomorrow."

I nodded and I began to calm down, "Praxis, the answer is still no. I know you're my right hand man and I'm to ask for your advise and listen to your request, but that won't ever happen while I'm ruling. Goodnight. You need to get home and see the Miss' And Ashlin."

I turned my back to him and wrapped my arms around Iris.

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"I don't understand," I explained to Penelope.

She shrugged, "To be honest, Love, it's not civil. Throwing people in jail without trial, casting them out to the Wasteland, or even death. That's not right."

I throw up my hands, "Now my wife is against me."

"I'm not exactly against, but even you said long ago that wasn't right," she laid a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off, "Goodnight," I snapped.

I was close to the bedroom when I glanced back. Tear's were streaking down her face. With every second that passed more would come.

I didn't feel bad.

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Iris was moving a finger in a circular motion on my chest, "Have you thought of any names," she whispered.

I looked out the window and saw the city lit up with night life, "No. I can only think of one good name, but it's not the best."

"What is it?"

"Oliver."

"Oh," she paused, "that's an, um, interesting name."

There was a long and awkward silence.

"Have you thought of any?"

I could feel her body tense, "Yeah. One," she laughed an odd laugh, "it's silly though. Nothing to put much thought into."

I sighed, "What is it?"

"I thought why not the creator of Haven."

"Mar."

I could imagine her blushing - "We'll keep thinking of names."

"Yeah."

Mar. I hadn't thought of that. I could imagine it. I could hear people saying in the futre, 'Mar as returned to the thrown!' I couldn't help but smile a wicked smile that the dark ceiling only saw.

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"Sir, sir."

I looked down at group of civilians, "Yes."

"What are you doing about the metal head problem?"

I rubbed my brow, "I'm trying to destroy them as we speak," I gulped, "There's just one problem. If I kill one two take it's place. They're reproducing at an alarming rate."

"What about Mar's gun," yelled a citizen in the back.

The room became deafly quite.

"Um, we're not entirely sure where it is located inside nest. I have some men trying to pinpoint where it is. The only negative factor to the idea is that we don't know if it even works any longer."

It sounded like a nest of Wumbee's had been released into the room.

"Are you saying that Mar's equipment is useless," yelled a women in the back.

I sighed and shook my head, "No, it's just that gun has had to been through so much. Weather and possibly Metal Heads could have destroyed it some how."

Praxis came and stood in front of me, "That's enough with the questions," he said firmly, "This meeting is adjourned."

I stood up and walked out the nearest door. In moments Praxis was beside me, "Thanks," I mumbled under my breath.

He nodded, "What are friends for."

I nodded.

"Sir, may I make a suggestion about the Metal Heads?"

I closed my eyes and stopped walking, "What is it?"

His eyes lit up, "What if you send in an army and infiltrate the nest. Kill every living thing within it. Maybe we could find the gun and destroy the nest completely."

"That's reckless. That could kill all my men and possibly the city!"

"It's not reckless! I've thought it over and over again. It's a success," he yelled.

I shook my head, "No, I won't enforce that. Now, if you excuse me, I need to go find Iris. I hate being away for to long with the due date so close."

He had his lips pressed tightly together and nodded.

I put my hand on his shoulder, "I'll think about it."